"I saw the world end."
Words sung by Brünnhilde
during the final minutes of "Götterdammerung"
as she starts a fire to destroy the
gods and everything we have known in
the past sixteen hours of music drama.
Well, no, they're not actually. They
are words Wagner at one point intended
her to sing but later cut. But they
are worth bearing in mind when starting
to watch this DVD set of the Royal Danish
Opera production of the Ring because
they turn a key that may have been in
the mind of director Kasper Bech Holten
when he arrived at his conception. "Das
Rheingold" opens in silence. A caption
tells us Brünnhilde has just
betrayed the man she loves and now wants
to find out how matters came to this.
That she has gone to her father's attic
to find family mementoes to recall how
it all began. Which is what we first
see when a pregnant blonde girl in night-clothes
appears on a dark stage and lights a
candle. No music. Just a stage with
shelves of old books and ledgers high
on both sides like walls of a prison.
The feeling is of old and fusty records
imprisoning whoever is unfortunate enough
to find themselves trapped here. Get
used to this because it will recur as
a design motif - the past imprisoning
us but offering chance of liberation
if only we can decode it and so break
it down and escape. The low E flat pedal
begins in the pit at last and Brünnhilde
begins to look in some of the books.
She takes from a box a human arm preserved
in glass with a double helix burned
into it and the walls of books widen.
She descends through a stage trap, the
scene changes and a second caption appears:
"Fifty years before." Keep in mind the
word "just" that you read in the first
caption, though. This is a clue which
you only become aware of much later
but which should make you aware that
the opening scene is itself a flash
forward to the third act of Götterdämmerung
which, when the moment comes in
the real-time of the drama, delivers
a coup de théâtre
which on first viewing left me stunned.
So this Ring is told
in flashback through the perspective
of Brünnhilde . We will move through
the twentieth century with each opera,
so her story is also the story of the
world (as the Ring should be) and specifically
our world and how it was formed
standing in for Wagner's and the world
of his myth characters. It makes this
Ring merge concepts of political, social,
psychological as well as personal history
which modern "deconstructionist" productions
can take singly. Wagner's myths are
a springboard to see into our own lives
through Brünnhilde's mind's eye
view. So if you want your Ring to take
the myths of Wagner's stage action at
face value - episodes, characters and
character traits set in some distant
mythic past all on its own - go no further
because this is not a Ring for you.
But remember Wagner regarded all myths
as the truth and our lives merely reflection
of that truth with what goes on onstage
an attempt to get back to the truth
by acting out the myths. There will
be ambiguities. There always are in
these kinds of productions. But they
give us interpretative wiggle room and
food for more thought. The decision
for the overarching concept of this
production to be a "Brünnhilde
perspective" also leads to the much
talked of feminist perspective
this production has garnered. The director
is on record that this is one of his
leading ideas. Whilst seeing what he
means and having no problem with such
an aim I would only add that there is
an implication that The Ring might in
some way be lacking feminine balance.
But Wagner wrote wonderful parts for
actresses: strong, well-drawn characters
with major input into dramatic action.
Therefore any further shift in the perspective
towards their point of view only reinforces
what is already there. The point at
which a feminine view becomes
a feminist view I leave to you
to decide.
The use of captions
at the start of "Das Rheingold" is also
indicative of the fact that this DVD
production, though filmed during "live"
performances, is tailored to be seen
like a feature film. A lot of cameras
have been used for many different angles
as well as a huge use of close-ups on
the singers. This results in a large
number of "jump cuts" and the experience
of being intimately involved in the
action. Fortunately the production boasts
excellent actors and actresses who appear
to have been directed to take this into
account. In terms of its camera work
it is a triumph. When Brian Large directed
the TV recording of the Boulez/Chereau
Bayreuth Ring (DG 00440 073 4057) he
had the luxury of filming out of performance
so could take cameras onstage and do
retakes. Here in "live" performance
some use has been made of miniature
cameras in the scenery and no doubt
there has been some patching between
more than one performance. However,
the sense of the "live event" has been
preserved with all the tensions that
engenders. There are no vocal disasters
and the handful of stage business errors
only adds to the experience. The stage
machinery of the new Copenhagen opera
house also behaves impeccably and even
has claims to becoming an extra character.
Seeing this stage set perform for the
first time you begin to wonder what
shocks and surprises the revolves, traps,
lifts and gantries have for us next.
Not to mention the fire machine. There
are a lot of naked flames in this production.
There is also a naked man, but we will
come to him in a moment.
Rather than on the
bed of the Rhine, the first scene of
"Das Rheingold" opens on the deck of
a cruise ship circa the 1920s. There
is a chandelier the spitting image of
one seen on film of the wrecked Titanic.
So there is our first sign that all
is not well. The Rhinemaidens are three
flappers taking drinks on deck when
they catch sight of Alberich watching
them. There is a lot of alcohol consumed
in this Ring, by the way. Alberich himself
is a grey-haired petty-bourgeois out
of Schnitzler's Vienna. He looks like
a randy schoolteacher on a weekend off.
Sten Byriel's interpretation is a plausible
and subtle one with some depth and the
capacity to make us feel a little sorry
for him. After much teasing by the girls
the "gold" is revealed, but it is not
the Rhinegold as we normally know it.
In the first radical departure for this
production it is human. It is a naked
young man swimming in a tank of water
kept captive by the maidens, presumably
to signify female control. When Alberich
seizes the "gold" and sets the story
in motion he actually reaches into the
tank, cuts out the heart of the young
man and proceeds to hold it up in triumph.
It has been said that the Boulez/Chereau
Ring established its radical credentials
in this very scene and Kasper Bech Holten
has certainly followed suit.
In the next scene change
there are more images of Brünnhilde
in the library and then we meet the
gods contemplating the just-finished
Valhalla. Those bookcases are high on
either side of the stage again and there
are tents and luggage piled high too.
This is an early 20th century building
site supervised by a David Brent look-alike
as the young Wotan played, for "Das
Rheingold" only, by Johan Reuter. Nagging
and bothering him is the pretty but
fading Fricka of Randi Steane with a
wonderful knack of curling her lips
in pent-up frustration and sarcasm.
An intelligent portrayal of an intelligent
woman. But giving Wotan even more grief
are the giants. In this production Fasolt
and Fafner really are different from
each other. Fafner, played by Christian
Christiansen, is a gross, wheelchair-bound,
bewhiskered lump, though clearly the
brains of the family. Stephen Milling's
Fasolt is a huge dungareed dolt of a
man, his soft-hearted, doe-eyed worship
of the gorgeous blonde Freia of Ann
Margrethe Dahl is allowed to come through
to a greater extent than we may be used
to, which is good to see. But the real
star of this scene, perhaps of the whole
opera, is the Loge of Michael Kristensen
in a wonderful piece of character acting
and direction. This Loge is an impatient,
nervy, seedy little man with the mother
of all comb-overs. Perhaps a struck-off
lawyer or a defrocked accountant. He
probably gropes the girls in his office
and breaks wind in the lift. He takes
out his camera and notebook at every
opportunity so clearly wants to cover
his rear with evidence. This cut-priced
consiglieri has surely rescued
his boss from trouble more times than
he has had hot secretaries and is about
to do so again. Just before he and Wotan
descend into Nibelheim to go and steal
the gold, there is one more sight of
Brünnhilde in the attic and then
we hear the anvils and the scene changes
again.
Nibelheim itself is
a mad laboratory like something out
of a Roger Corman B-movie, all greens
and greys with Alberich in his white
coat and spectacles looking like Professor
Brainstawm caught in headlamps. As his
younger brother Mime, Bengt-Ola Morgny,
also in white coat, does not wheedle
or whine as so often is the case which
is very refreshing in a Mime. The Tarnhelm
transformations are made by the use
of a pod reminiscent of "The Fly" and
the Ring is both a ring and wristlet
that makes the double helix whose mark
we have previously glimpsed on the severed
arm back at the start. Which should
set alarm bells ringing as to what might
be round the corner. Our fears are justified
when an extra location is added for
the humiliation scene of Alberich after
he is kidnapped. Chained by either arm
in a circular pit-like cell, Alberich
is taunted and terrorised by Wotan while
Loge, showing his moral cowardice, looks
on in growing horror. The Nibelungs
parade past the door to witness Alberich's
captivity but the final horror comes
when, like the blinding of Gloucester
in King Lear, we see the severing of
Alberich's arm to get the Ring coming
a mile off. The arm is finally cut with
horrifying realism and Wotan wins his
prize, but also Alberich's curse. Here
we see Johan Reuter complete a transformation
of Wotan from urbane paterfamilias
to cruel tormentor and it is very effective
indeed. He is a fine actor and his choice
as Wotan for this first opera only is
justified. The fact that Loge then bandages
Alberich's arm before leaving signifies
a degree of disgust at what his boss
has done and adds a depth of character
that a more traditional production would
not have come within miles of doing.
Meanwhile back at Valhalla,
in front of a forest curtain the prematurely
ageing gods watch as Fasolt and Fafner
descend with Freia on a cherry-picker
and Fasolt has already dressed her in
her wedding dress. But he will be disappointed
when Erda, freezing the action, emerges
in some fashionable finery to persuade
Wotan to give the gold and ring to the
brothers to save Freia from the marriage
from hell. When the forest curtain raises
it is to reveal Valhalla and allow Wotan
and his brothers to deliver platform
speeches like smug Victorian entrepreneurs.
Before joining the rest of the gods
on a platform lift to enter the new
house, Loge produces an ancient tape
recorder to play the sound of the Rhinemaidens
lamenting their loss. At this point
Wotan, in another striking departure
from the script, kills Loge with his
spear. An interesting decision by the
director which will have some consequences
for the plot later on, but more of that
at the end of "Die Walküre".
"Die Walküre"
Act 1 opens on a small, box-like set
in the centre of the stage. The house
of Sieglinde and Hunding is 1950s suburban
bijou but with a wallpaper motif that
approximates to the Swastika. Sieglinde
and Siegmund convey their strange attraction
through careful glances that work well
in this kind of filmed production making
me wonder how well they worked in the
theatre. The modernity of the setting
does make Siegmund's admittance into
the house a little credulity-stretching,
but this is the kind of ambiguity I
alluded to earlier. There is a prime
example in this act of how well a modern-dress
production can illuminate the action,
though. When Sieglinde, having decided
to run off with Siegmund, emerges from
the bedroom after she has drugged Hunding
she carries an already-packed suitcase
which touchingly exposes the tragedy
of women trapped in disastrous marriages.
There is also an example of the stage
machinery's ability to assist the production
with striking effect. With the arrival
of Spring, Siegmund breaks the window
with a chair and climbs into the garden
with Sieglinde, at which point the set
revolves 360 degrees and the lovers
can then act out the rest of the Act
in the open air. There will be some
mutterings among some Wagnerians that
this production allows Sieglinde to
pull the sword from the tree, but I
think this is a small point. The sword
is pulled, the lovers are committed
and the story of the Ring moves on.
Stig Andersen as Siegmund may not have
the voice-power of the great heldentenors
but he is a fine actor. As too is Gitta-Maria
Sjoberg as Sieglinde who catches the
downtrodden wife to perfection with
her fear of Hunding more powerful because
of its understatement. Contrasting beautifully
is the stunning performance of Hunding
by Stephen Milling. A towering physical
presence, he fills the stage and screen
with menace every time he is on and
musically provides the sonorous bass-end
spectrum to this trio of an act.
The full stage comes
into use for Act 2 and the "ops centre"
for Valhalla where Wotan moves his Valkyries
around a vast board. But notice the
shelves of books either side again.
On a metal bridge the new Wotan played
by James Johnson drinks from his hip
flask to steel himself prior to another
ear-bashing from Fricka, now a fifties
a la mode in a fur stole but
still spitting venom. This Wotan is
a Robert Maxwell-like figure, all power
and prestige but redolent too of the
whiff of corruption. The confrontation
of the steaming-mad Fricka of Randi
Steane with her wayward husband is opera
stage acting at its best. This couple
really do hate each other. We have already
seen Brünnhilde at the beginning
of "Das Rheingold" but that was unofficial.
Her first official appearance sees her
with hair tightly held and with two
huge black wings on her back. Iréne
Theorin is a commanding presence, her
Brünnhilde a big girl with a big
heart and a voice to match. She can
play soft, though, which she needs to
in the Wotan narration which Johnson
delivers with calm authority.
Even though the second
scene of Act 2 takes place in a forest
the bookcases remain a framing presence
right through which, as with the Act
1 Wotan/Fricka confrontation, is opera
stage acting that could not be bettered,
this time in its sincerity and close
focus on the words and the implications.
The fight between Siegmund and Hunding
is very short. Hunding has a gang with
him and Nothung simply falls in half
which does rather rob the fight of some
of its power. What does not lack power,
though, is the final confrontation between
Wotan and Hunding. Wagner's script calls
for Hunding to fall dead after Wotan
dismisses him. In this production Hunding
stays alive to sneer and spit on the
dead body of Siegmund and then leave
the stage. It is not what Wagner wrote,
but it is mightily effective. I would
like to think that the master would
have approved.
We meet the Valkyries
in Act 3 up on the roof while they enjoy
a night on the tiles, literally. This
is our first meeting with a stage set
that will become familiar. It is a rooftop
apartment on a sloping roof that revolves
with the action. The Valkyries themselves
are the ill-mannered girls of Fricka's
description: champagne-quaffing ladettes
who would not look out of place on a
girls' night out in the smart part of
town after a hard day on the trading
floors were it not for the huge black
wings on their backs. After they leave
the stage and Brünnhilde faces
Wotan's anger the set revolves and we
enter the apartment for the climactic
scene between father and daughter. James
Johnson's performance as the angry father
who finally melts is stunning as also
is Iréne Theorin's in her fear
of what he has in store for her. At
the climax of their great scene the
moment when Wotan tears Brünnhilde's
wings from her back to signify her becoming
mortal is breathtaking and an inspired
addition, as too are the real flames
he summons to surround her as she sleeps.
His summoning of Loge to make the fire
does strike an odd note since you will
remember Wotan killed Loge at the end
of "Das Rheingold". But that will just
have to be another anomaly to go with
the others. We don't actually see him,
after all. Pay attention to the white
dove that is released, though. You will
see it again.
If any part of this
Ring production could bring out the
comment "Eurotrash" from the, usually
American, detractors of director-led
opera production in the modern era it
will be the first act of this "Siegfried".
It's now the 1960s, man, and Siegfried
is living in Dullsville with his square
foster dad Mime. In fact in the notes
Holten tells us it is specifically 1968
and the "Year of Love." As someone conscious
in the 1960s (not a state shared by
everyone then, I assure you) permit
me to point out that in fact 1967
was the Summer of Haight Ashbury, reefers
the size of drainpipes, John and Yoko
chucking flowers at the Maharishi and
Scott Mackenzie crooning in his Kaftan.
Not that there appears to be much "tuning
in turning on and dropping out" in the
Mime household. Though the poster of
Jimi Hendrix on the lad's bedroom wall
certainly signifies an aspiration. Someone
once said the 1960s were supposed to
be all about drugs, sex and rock n'
roll but that we never saw much of it
down our street. I'm sure the teenaged
Siegfried would agree going on this
evidence. The house itself is an impressive
stage set in three levels that moves
up and down with the changing action:
a bedroom, what used to be called a
"through lounge-kitchen" and a cellar
that any 60s handyman would have been
proud of. This is where Nothung is reforged
on Mime's DIY equipment, of course.
Mime himself is replete in a hideous
orange nylon purple-neck and maths teacher
specs, whilst Siegfried sports Levis
and a parka. Siegfried is played by
Stig Andersen who also played Siegmund
and so, hair lighter, he is truly the
spitting image of his father. His gauche
slobbing about the house and teasing
of Mime is suitably heavy-handed and
it wasn't long before I was put in mind
of a "Steptoe and Son" (or "Sanford
and Son" if you are an American reader)
relationship between the two. This kind
of comparison is inevitable with such
1960s imagery but it's a positive comparison
because the two are held in a relationship
of attraction and repulsion. They cannot
live with each other, but they cannot
live without each other either. The
entry of Wotan/Wanderer carrying what
appears to be a Pizza is a witty comment
on how far the poor old chap has fallen
in the world, but his important scene
with Mime is as penetrating and full
of menace and tension as you ever could
wish for. Maybe because of the modern
surroundings their dealings with one
another are thrown into a new relief
that is mesmerising. Two touches that
I did enjoy were the part played by
the TV. When Mime has a vision of Fasolt
the dragon coming for him, the TV flashes
and sparks. Then, when Siegfried has
fashioned the sword, to show its power
it is the TV set rather than an anvil
that is sliced in two by him. There
is a 60s metaphor for you. Andersen
tires somewhat in the forging scene,
but most tenors do that. The Mime of
Bengt-Ola Morgny now develops into a
rounded study of frustration and pettifoggery
and James Johnson's Wanderer has matured
and decayed at the same time.
In Act 2 Alberich is
back and he has the young Hagen with
him. I am not sure about the pistol
shooting gestures that the young man
keeps making, but he is a good dramatic
addition at this point. To see the son
learning from the father has implications
for his proper appearance in the next
drama. The set is an outdoor area around
a hole in the ground. A kind of dystopic
building site. Down the hole lurks Fafner
and when he speaks it's through electric
loudspeaker cones. Siegfried's descent
into the hole for his confrontation
is effected though another of those
stage moments when the whole set is
lifted to reveal Fafner's lair. Rather
than a dragon, we see the debauched
and deranged giant at a console of controls.
In fact the whole of the subterranean
set is reminiscent of the "Doctor Who"
Tardis. Myth has here become Science
Fiction but then SF is really myth retold
too. The stabbing of Fafner through
the back of the chair brings a death
that is pitiful and not triumphant and
I also liked the use of the white dove
we saw at the end of "Die Walküre"
to represent the Woodbird and Stig Andersen's
poetic recall of his mother as the boy
starts to become the hero.
For Act 3 Wotan dresses
up to go and see Erda in her smart flat
for their final meeting, knocking long
and loud to make himself heard. But
Erda has changed. Now she is old and
ill and in need of care. The champagne
and flowers he brings fail to revive
her and he must go on his way. In his
pivotal confrontation with Siegfried
they meet beside a high fence but those
bookcases loom either side of the stage
again. Wotan breaks his own spear in
a final act of contrition to the inevitable
leaving Siegfried to pass through the
impressive flames around the rooftop
apartment familiar from the end of "Die
Walküre". The awakening of Brünnhilde
is a fine climax to the opera as too
is the great love duet that follows.
I am not sure that Iréne Theorin
quite brings off the skittish girl as
she contemplates the future, but this
is a small point. In terms of voices
both she and Stig Andersen are well
up to the demands of this high point
and the end of the drama is suitably
optimistic and brave.
The Norns scene at
the opening of "Götterdämmerung"
Act 1 is one of the most memorable in
the whole Ring. A scene for dramatic
recap but also a dark and fascinating
elegy on time and mutability. Unfortunately
this is the moment where director Kasper
Bech Holten's judgement fails him. I
know what he is trying to do, but I
think he should have thought again.
The curtain stays down and three contemporary
opera-fans in different parts of the
audience deliver the scene as though
they are discussing the opera they are
watching, much to the amusement (bemusement?)
of the rest of the audience who remain
lit by the house lights. As a piece
of Brechtian alienation it fails because
it does not actually frame anything
we are seeing. It tries to work on its
own behalf and therefore it appears
completely detached. It also tries to
use humour and that is completely out
of place at this point. Actually, it
almost smacks of the production team
saying: "Look at us, we're crazy iconoclasts
!" Iconoclasts the production team may
be, nothing wrong with that, but crazy
they are not and it's a pity they may
be giving that impression here. The
Norns are not figures of mirth either.
The Norns are serious women with a serious
message. This scene does no favours
to those of us who admire experimentation
in opera production and only gives ammunition
to those who will shout "Eurotrash"
when they see it. But I find I do still
admire Holten for trying it, all the
same. You have to push the envelope,
even if it sometimes splits because
that way can lie real achievement. Shall
we say Norn but the brave and
leave it at that?
It is the 1980s when
the curtains open. The rooftop apartment
is bedecked with flowers and cute furnishings.
A pregnant Brünnhilde in silk pyjamas
is bidding farewell to a Siegfried in
casuals. In his Rhine Journey we see
another flashback of Brünnhilde
working through the books so we are
nearly up to date with the story. When
the curtain opens again it's time to
meet the Gibichungs. What a family!
Nouveau riche trailer-trash Royalty
high on "Hello" magazine photo shoots.
They live luxuriously in a vast reality
TV-style penthouse overlooking a harsh
modern cityscape guarded by RayBan-hooded
para-militaries with designer Kalashnikovs.
Gunther is a Del-boy "Jack-The-Lad"
replete with Saddam moustache and cocaine
pallor. Guido Paevatalu performs him
with a kind of rodent-caught-in-headlamps
look that is both amusing and sinister
all at once. His sister Gutrune is a
media-savvy People's Princess, all Madonna
attitude and Posh Spice bling. Image-conscious
down to her catwalk combat pants and
"Sex And The City" Jimmy Choo’s. Ylva
Kihlberg is as slim as a willow and
as sexy as a teenage girl band and she
plays a very different Gutrune from
what we are used to in a character usually
overlooked as an incidental. Musically
she is sweet and clear, a striking but
apt contrast to the effortless sex pot
we see in front of us. Peter Klaveness's
Hagen is a paramilitary knife-fetishist
with his father's grey hair and his
own line in decadent sneer. Not the
usual one-dimensional, black-hearted
villain we know from other productions.
This man thinks and waits and plots
but is still one vassal short of a pillage
party. In voice terms you will have
heard stronger singers, but he is a
superb actor and in a production like
this that carries much. The arrival
of Siegfried breaks the affluent boredom
of these cut-priced Rodeo Drive Ruritanians
wide open. Seeing her chance, Gutrune
withdraws and returns in a slinky black
number off the peg of Versace or Stella
McCartney. Like the Angel of Death in
Prada she pouts and tempts poor old
Siegfried to drink the forget wine as
he drools down her cleavage. But not
before he uses his cell phone to leave
a message on Brünnhilde's voicemail.
("Aw, bless !") While Gutrune proceeds
to get jiggy with the Walsung, Hagen
drinks only designer water and watches
as his plans begin to take shape. Then
while Siegfried and Gunther make off
to fool and bring back Brünnhilde
he sits down and waits, amusing himself
by seeing how long he can hold his bare
hand over the flame of his cigarette
lighter. (As you do.) This whole scene
is absolutely riveting. The ideas and
imaginative touches that have gone into
it are formidable. You will either love
it or hate it, nothing in between, but
I think as an exercise in making you
rethink what you might think you know
it fulfils that crucial criteria for
a new opera production - it takes you
deeper into the drama than you have
been before. There's still more. Back
at the flat Brünnhilde is visited
by her Valkyrie sister, Waltraute. Here
Waltraute is a Yuppie city girl, earnestly
and intelligently sung by Annette Bod,
with black Louis Vuitton case and a
smart tailored suit under her wings.
After she has gone, the transformation
by Tarnhelm of Siegfried into Gunther
is effected by Paevatalu miming to an
off stage Andersen and then a quick
switch behind a scenery wall for the
final reveal. The whole of this difficult
but crucial final scene is laced with
menace and power and you won't forget
it in a hurry. The taking of Brünnhilde
is cruel, almost arbitrary, and all
the more memorable for that. It brings
the immense first act to a terrific
conclusion. I was hardly aware that
the time had passed and that is a great
compliment in this huge span of music
drama.
We are underground
in a store room for Hagen's watch as
Act 2 begins. He dreams, but we see
him being coached by his father Alberich
in what has gone and what will come.
He stands at a blackboard where he has
drawn a flowchart to show every event
and character in the scheme for them
both to rule the world. At the end of
the scene Hagen kills Alberich and then
wipes the blackboard. Again, this not
in the script but it works because it
accentuates the cruelty of Hagen and
his all-or-nothing mentality that will
carry him to his end. When the scene
changes we are back high above the city.
There are flash cars parked at the edge
of the vista. Hagen calls his men by
walkie-talkie. Then in a chorus of gratuitous
violence based, the director tells us,
on Bosnian paramilitaries, drink and
cocaine-fuelled they murder and threaten
rape of dragged-on hostages prior to
the nuptials of Siegfried and Gutrune
adding to the menace that surrounds
the Gibichung "court". Brünnhilde's
arrival in a cloak that covers her bump
does nothing to stop the wedding from
hell. Siegfried in a sharp dinner jacket
and Gutrune in a white (!) wedding dress
make merry with the bride's girlfriends
and their flashbulbs while Hagen glowers.
The principals then give an inspired
account of the oath scene and by now
the drama is hurtling towards its concluding
act.
The Rhinemaidens have
aged considerably when they appear at
the start of Act 3. Now they are bag
ladies living in urban squalor beneath
a cold underpass. But the real drama
awaits with the death of Siegfried.
Stig Andersen's telling of his own story
to Hagen's men is moving and lyrical
and so his death is suitably sudden
and shocking. However, the real innovation
is that his dying speech to Brünnhilde
is delivered directly to her as she
appears before him as if in a vision.
So Holten interprets literally what
is in the words rather than what is
in the stage directions and so he makes
sense of Brünnhilde's later knowledge
that he was faithful to her all the
time. It is during the funeral march,
when we see Brünnhilde still on
stage alone with the body of Siegfried,
that we then realise we are up to date
with the action. We have now reached
the exact moment where "Das Rheingold"
began with Brünnhilde in the library
trying to make sense of the past. A
cyclorama projection has jet aircraft
flying in formation as she screams realising
the truth of what has brought her here.
The books have delivered the truth at
last. In the short scene that follows
where Gutrune waits for Siegfried's
return, the people's princess is in
a silk dressing gown on a sofa clutching
her mobile phone. You want her to sing
about there being three people in her
marriage, but all she hears is Brünnhilde
going out. When the party returns, Hagen
shoots Gunther dead but Brünnhilde
takes the gun and causes Hagen to flee
in turn. Then, like Prospero, it is
her books that Brünnhilde now burns
as her pyre. To liberate herself from
her past she has to destroy it first.
She holds her father's hand as he dies,
she reconciles with Gutrune and a terrific
feat of pyrotechnics is then staged
which sees Hagen falling through a trap
ablaze, the lift that we saw the gods
ascend to Valhalla in "Das Rheingold"
descending with their silhouettes like
torches and, most important of all,
the survival of Brünnhilde. Maybe
this is the most controversial change
from the script in the whole of this
Ring production. Leaving Brünnhilde
to live, after the fire has gone seeing
her all alone on a clear, white-light
stage holding her new-born baby (a real
baby!) is the final piece of "framing"
that makes this Ring Brünnhilde's
story. As a statement pinning the production's
central idea it is breathtaking in its
audacity, in its sheer arrogance even.
In its own terms it works triumphantly.
As a representation of Wagner's written
intentions it is, of course, controversial.
My opinion ? I'll take controversy this
time. Next time, she dies. Iréne
Theorin's singing of the Immolation
scene is the crowning glory it needs
to be. Hers is one of the great Brünnhildes
of the present time and I was deeply
moved by her performance as I was by
the whole staging of the final scenes.
Kasper Bech Holten and his team succeeded
in binding together the whole four operas
with a unifying idea which, controversial
and challenging it may be, succeeds.
Not the only solution, but a formidable
one to be treasured.
The setting of each
opera in a different twentieth century
decade also succeeds triumphantly in
giving the impression of time passing,
which can often be a problem with Rings
seen in one performance. It also does
what all good modern dress productions
do and that is relate the basic truths
of what is being enacted onstage to
us the audience, to our own lives and
our own times and so assists in understanding
and involvement. There really is also
a sense of fascination to see what will
happen next that holds the attention
through the longest spans. With a cast
of actors so clearly ready to go with
the production and who have also obviously
been prepared to work hard with their
director you have a 20th century morality
play to return to. Then, of course,
there is also still the music.
Michael Schønwandt
is a fine, dramatic Wagnerian conductor.
Tempi are faster than some, but not
too fast and suit the way that the action
unfolds onstage. It is a reading of
the score clearly tailored to its production:
something that is not always the case.
He knows when to surge and when to hold
back within the parameters he has set
himself. His orchestra, whilst not in
the Bayreuth Festival class for Barenboim
and Boulez, have some excellent soloists
and a string section that can ride pretty
well everything the brass has behind
them. They do the raw, dirty end of
the music well also.
The sound recording
is rich and detailed. I was only able
to listen to the LPCM stereo track not
the DTS Surround Sound, but the balance
between orchestra and singers seemed
ideal with just enough air around the
rich overall sound. I did not feel the
need to intervene with any of the effects
my DVD player has in its sound menu.
There are inevitably some problems from
time to time. With such a radically
action-packed production being recorded
"live" singers do sometimes fail to
get caught completely by the sound engineers
before order is restored. The Ride of
the Valkyries, for example, suffers
from some overload problems as the engineers
fight to keep control, but these are
only short patches and in a way they
add to the feeling of "being there"
which counts a lot for me. The video
picture is a wonder to behold. Even
though there are many close-ups of the
singers there are enough wide shots
to take in the spectacle, so watch on
as big a screen as you can for the sharpest
of images. There are excellent notes
to each opera by Henrik Engelbrecht
and Kasper Bech-Holten and all the usual
subtitles are available on the discs.
This is the Wagnerian
ride of your life. Take it.
Tony Duggan
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